Drip. A drop in the bucket. Drip, drip, drip. More drops in the bucket. Another pint and she’ll be empty, but the bucket is only half full. I’ll need another “her.”
For all the wrong reasons, it has to be a her. I have no excuses, no apologies, no manifesto. I just do these things because they appear in my head.
There are no voices, only thoughts. Thoughts lead to actions. Actions lead to these horrors I commit. I wish someone would stop me, but they are all stupid.
Maybe I need to leave better clues. Like the Batman villains.
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